adagio
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2024 3:18pm
23rd Aug 2024 3:18pm
Flesh Cargo
In the anatomy of my flesh's cargo
clogging my mind's cobblestones
a shadow trailing over cold rocks
riding shotgun in my casket
from the moon's blood-red womb
like a hunchback cleaning their nails
analyzing my worn-out shoes
in the anatomy of my flesh's cargo
clogging my mind's cobblestones
a shadow trailing over cold rocks
riding shotgun in my casket
from the moon's blood-red womb
like a hunchback cleaning their nails
analyzing my worn-out shoes
in the anatomy of my flesh's cargo
#dark
#horror
#scary
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 10:16pm
13th Aug 2024 10:16pm
Young turtle
The young turtle does not know
That her mother preserved her
Because she wanted to eat her egg
And if she knew she would not care anyway
In a cold, cold universe.
That her mother preserved her
Because she wanted to eat her egg
And if she knew she would not care anyway
In a cold, cold universe.
#scary
115 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 5:59pm
11th Aug 2024 5:59pm
O Alice
I caught her over the shoulder glance
her chase me look,
and in a trance
through the looking glass was led
all steamed up, jeez I'm gonna get cooked,
but, instantaneously back to front
inside out, dying I bled,
O Alice you rotten cun...
her chase me look,
and in a trance
through the looking glass was led
all steamed up, jeez I'm gonna get cooked,
but, instantaneously back to front
inside out, dying I bled,
O Alice you rotten cun...
#minimalist
#scary
142 reads
1 Comment
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:50am
23rd Jul 2024 8:50am
Midnights Cradle
The night is cruel with
all it brings.
Dreams of devils
from the past,
a void from which
the siren sings,
a haunting echo, the
witches grasp.
Trembling deep in
midnights cradle,
rocked ever so gently
by anxieties hands.
Sleep a distant and
fading fable, told by a
god with evil plans.
all it brings.
Dreams of devils
from the past,
a void from which
the siren sings,
a haunting echo, the
witches grasp.
Trembling deep in
midnights cradle,
rocked ever so gently
by anxieties hands.
Sleep a distant and
fading fable, told by a
god with evil plans.
#anxiety
#loneliness
#scary
499 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 10:03pm
21st Jul 2024 10:03pm
A = r2
Dark's summa cum laude metamorphosis of erotic
philosophy. Speaking tongue-unhinged psychopathy
to the neophytes. Lusting academia seduced by the
twilight, fraying the censors of the night's stalactites
and agnostic ashes. In the pale graphite and the
acoustics of evolution's bite of the Neanderthal Man.
Listening to the howling winds grind beneath the
mortarboard's guillotine waist-deep in the sushi
quagmire of twilight's insomnia blowfish. A = π r2
and nothing more alluring than the shape-shifters of
the mind's obsidian...
philosophy. Speaking tongue-unhinged psychopathy
to the neophytes. Lusting academia seduced by the
twilight, fraying the censors of the night's stalactites
and agnostic ashes. In the pale graphite and the
acoustics of evolution's bite of the Neanderthal Man.
Listening to the howling winds grind beneath the
mortarboard's guillotine waist-deep in the sushi
quagmire of twilight's insomnia blowfish. A = π r2
and nothing more alluring than the shape-shifters of
the mind's obsidian...
#dark
#scary
157 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 4:23pm
1st Jul 2024 4:23pm
Across The Moat
Scribbling on thin layers masquerading in dreams
haunting kisses of depravity listening to my pulse
whispering awakening the faculties of my mind
with a thousand eyes searching for my flaw
lurking in the shadow of the labyrinth
across the moat of my analysis
trying to drown my demons in rum
but they know how to swim...
why can't I
haunting kisses of depravity listening to my pulse
whispering awakening the faculties of my mind
with a thousand eyes searching for my flaw
lurking in the shadow of the labyrinth
across the moat of my analysis
trying to drown my demons in rum
but they know how to swim...
why can't I
#dark
#scary
#WritingPoetry
191 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
5th May 2024 8:28am
5th May 2024 8:28am
Two Glasses and One Plate
#fiction
#scary
#dark
159 reads
5 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 8:20pm
24th Apr 2024 8:20pm
A Hellhound by any other name - NaPoWriMo 24
What fresh hell is this?
What madness sought this out?
The folly and failure of technology
is in striving to create the impossible
with little to regard
to whether it should be possible.
Robot dogs that carry flamethrowers,
yet another step on the path of dystopia
each step paved with good intentions
and gilded by profit margins
to a new horrible hell on earth.
What madness sought this out?
The folly and failure of technology
is in striving to create the impossible
with little to regard
to whether it should be possible.
Robot dogs that carry flamethrowers,
yet another step on the path of dystopia
each step paved with good intentions
and gilded by profit margins
to a new horrible hell on earth.
#NaPoWriMo2024
#scary
#technology
158 reads
1 Comment
adagio
Poem Published
25th Mar 2024 7:31pm
25th Mar 2024 7:31pm
Sipping Anesthesia
Welcome to my anesthesia, a lonely puppeteer
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
my quill for a corpse in dark schizophrenia
of a broken mind lusting for the light
a maniacal creeping thunder with a face of onion skin
menacing shadows touched by fingers of paranoia
of a lonely generic puppeteer with the bearings of strings
masquerading walking in molasses of the twilight's lipstick
sipping anesthesia through a straw
#dark
#scary
#WritingPoetry
351 reads
4 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 2:17pm
12th Mar 2024 2:17pm
Something Whooshed...!
Something Whooshed…!
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
On a planet, in a country, in a state, in a town,
on a street where a lampost shines
and the houses, very warm, quiet dreamers in their sleep
like a hush after church bell chimes.
Something whooshed on the wind in the distance.
Something galloped in the lime moonlight
and its wings cut the air into slices of Fear
which it tossed in the night with delight.
And I shivered with a tremble and began to disassemble
with the fright now fused to my bones.
Slices landed on the rooftops, slid across...
#dark
#gothic
#evil
#scary
#nightmares
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Namyh
Poem Published
26th Feb 2024 2:45pm
26th Feb 2024 2:45pm
Running Rooftops
Running Rooftops
I was running over rooftops, chased by the local cops,
leaping ‘cross buildings with a ninety foot drop.
Freedom keeping blood fired, chasers getting slow, tired.
I can see the roof’s door across the gravel top.
I go through its open clear, racing down the winding stair,
jumping three and four steps in descending flight.
Sweat pouring down my face, cops still giving chase.
Air is sweet on the street escaping into night.
I run to the nearby park in the dim made of dark,
down a lane, ‘cross a path where the...
I was running over rooftops, chased by the local cops,
leaping ‘cross buildings with a ninety foot drop.
Freedom keeping blood fired, chasers getting slow, tired.
I can see the roof’s door across the gravel top.
I go through its open clear, racing down the winding stair,
jumping three and four steps in descending flight.
Sweat pouring down my face, cops still giving chase.
Air is sweet on the street escaping into night.
I run to the nearby park in the dim made of dark,
down a lane, ‘cross a path where the...
#dark
#gothic
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
245 reads
5 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2024 4:59pm
23rd Feb 2024 4:59pm
Apocalypse Day
Apocalypse Day
When I opened my eyes, the day rushed in.
It was sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin.
With lawnmowers running, children’s voices played
on a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday.
I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack.
They busied with yard work but smiled and waved back.
I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare
but what was this something I sensed in the air?
An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black…
Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack.
I raised my head. The neighbors...
When I opened my eyes, the day rushed in.
It was sunny and beautiful and devoid of sin.
With lawnmowers running, children’s voices played
on a breeze off the coast this weekend’s Saturday.
I waved at my neighbors, Sam, Ernie and Mack.
They busied with yard work but smiled and waved back.
I looked for my car keys. The cupboard was bare
but what was this something I sensed in the air?
An eerie, gut wrenching thickness of black…
Wait! That’s when I heard it, a lightning crack.
I raised my head. The neighbors...
#dark
#gothic
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
278 reads
2 Comments
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